In the outskirts of Wangyou Forest, a dragon beast about three meters long, with a blackness that is not slippery in autumn, is attacking a group of Qinglin wolves in the bronze realm.
On the back of the dragon beast sat a handsome young man who looked fifteen or sixteen years old. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he looked at the fleeing wolves below.
The group of azure wolves were frightened and fled everywhere under the pursuit of the dragon beast, and had no intention of resisting.
On the ground below, at the same time chasing the wolves, there is a white-haired boy with a pair of red-golden wings growing on his back, turning into two sharp blades, quickly harvesting life.
The dragon beast in the air was the undead young dragon that Lin Huang had just acquired not
